To celebrate TMB’s glorious (low-key) comeback, Mike and I decided to stage another Banana Gangbang Rock Festival (pictures from the first BGRF here, by the way), where my bands and Mike’s band play on stage and we’d do embarrassing shit that nobody in their right mind is capable of doing.

Anyway, this is what you can expect from The Banana Gangbang Rock Festival 2:

BEER. Lots of it.

I’d probably pass out from a food coma because I am going to eat the shit out of the place.

Mosh pit diving, but then I don’t think anyone would want to catch me. So expect to see the crowd of, idunno, 40 people jumping the hell out of my way and see me faceplant on the ground.

They’d laugh, of course.

Awkward drunken advances at the nearest thing with tits. Since most of us Man Blog guys are fatsos, that “nearest thing with tits” will probably turn out to be a guy with moobs.

Awkward on-stage penis jokes from yours truly, after which I’ll throw my bass at the nearest heckler and run towards incoming traffic.

Great music from mythreebands (God, expect me to collapse from fatigue at the end of the night), Mike’s band, and Marco’s band.

Other bands will be playing! We have motherfucking Sugar Hiccup and Giniling Festival!